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He hesitated. "They did. They liked her up until she became a no-show."
"You think so?" she asked, pursing her lips. "I mean, you're probably the smartest person I know, so I listen to you."
"That is true, but I like getting your opinion." He looked over at her.
She stood, placing her hands on the railing. "Oh, good." Her tone seemed slightly out of it. "I'm glad.. most people get mad at me easily."
"I don't know if we should, but we can if you want to," he said, his hand lightly grazing her cheek.
"Are... Are you actually mad at me?" she asked, looking up at him.
He shut his eyes, relieved. "You're always right."
"I'm sorry," she said, her tone apologetic. "I really did think you would have fun. I won't do it again."
He ran his fingers through her hair distractedly. "That went really well."
Francis grinned, relaxing at the sound of the words. He laid on back, calming down.
"Are you sure innocent is the right word then?" she asked thoughtfully, messing with a splinter in her hand. "And you know I just wanted to have...
Francis had to stifle a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand. He crossed his legs, cocking his head with interest.
"I most certainly did not." She frowned at him.
"I had to pull you to dance with me," she said, tilting her head and leaning back. "Don't worry, I didn't judge you."
"Okay, I trust you." He leaned into her hand, then went and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Dancing is fun. You're just not open to it," she decided, nodding her head as she agreed with herself.
"Then you should call him," he said, sighing. "But put him in speaker, so I can hear is reaction."
"Oh, ok," she said. He would probably be able to tell she didn't believe him. "Are you excited for Quilien?"
"But what if he reacts like Phos did?" he asked, his tone worried.
She rested her head in her hand before looking up at him. "Are you blushing?"
